Blink and you miss it. My playlet, We, Margaret, was performed last night at Theatre503, as part of Thatcherwrite, an evening of pieces about Margaret Thatcher and her legacy. My play was for the whole cast and involved them performing like a socialist choir from the 1930s a text made up verbatim from comments by Margaret Thatcher on the importance of the individual. The piece has proved technically too difficult to pull off properly, so we're not continuing with it right through the run, so if you didn't see it last night, tough cookies, you missed it. But, then, so did I.

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